Trigger warning!
This story does include mentions of rape, suicide, and abuse. If you are sensitive to these topics, do not read.
(Another mention is that this not done, I just wanted to get some feedback for what I have written.)
"Monika, I need you to listen." Her older sister, Julchen, told her. Her hand reaching out for her younger sisters hand, gripping it with both hands. "Think, before you make the decision."
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Gilbert took his place up at the podium, his new shiny black dress shoes squeaking as he walked across the polished stage. The sobs of some of his sister's peers breaking the silence, swallowing back his own sobs.He frowned as he looks to the front row, Monika's own best friend sitting there as she wept.
He cleared his throat, his hands raising to each sides of the podium.
"I..." He paused for a moment, taking a quick breath in. "I once knew a gorgeous, smart, young woman, her name was Monika, my little sister. Though... Though I was her older brother, I loved her like any parent would..." His body shakes, as he looked to the lights shining down at him imagining his beautiful little sister alive, and wishing, praying even he didn't have to make this speech.
"She was perfect, h... happy... 'Till the very fucking day she met the asshole that took that angel off of..." He broke down, leaning over the podium his sobs echoing into the auditorium.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
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Monika crossed her legs, her foot tapping against the ground. She stopped scribbling on her paper, looking over to the textbook she borrowed from her History teacher. She chewed on the top of her pen, trying to block the rising footsteps
"Ciao, Monika!" A small bubbly Italian girl popped into her room, bouncing around before flopping right down on Monika's neatly made bed.
Julchen slithered in, her loud steps making their way over to Monika's desk. She turned towards her and slid herself onto her desk and on top of Monika's book.
"Heeey, Moni!" The young German, or self proclaimed Prussian, crossed her legs. "So, there's this party," Monika rose her hand and shook her head.
Felicia crosses her arms, frowning at her friend. She takes the book, raising it above her head. "Come on and come with us! It's a Saturday, plus there's plenty of alcohol and every guy there is a hottie." She leaned down close to her ear and purred out every word, leaving Monika flustered and frustrated.
Julchen tagged along taking the book away from the ditsy Italian. SHe waved it in front of her face, letting Monika tense up in anger. She ripped the book away from her elder sister's hand, but she just pulled it up higher the pages fluttering down.
"If I come, will you let me study the rest of the weekend?" Monika pushed her chair away from her desk, closing her book. The girls nodded, each taking a and to pull her up.
Felicia dragged her out of her room, turning down the hallway. Monika looked behind her, raisin an eyebrow. She threw open the door and skipped in. "I thought-- I thought we were going to go to the party?"
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Hetalia Oneshots
RomanceFrom now on I'll be doing any kind of ship, whether it be male and male male and female or female and female! If you want me to write you something, make sure to name the ship, and the prompt you want me to fill. If there is no prompt I will assume...
